naoto a normal guy  living in the 2016    doing  usual shit watching   po** and complaint  about   harem and how they not realitic on a knock off comic con  nearby  his house until e  noticed something....

Naoto, a normal guy living in 2016, doing usual shit like watching porn and complaining about how unrealistic harem is in a knock off comic convention near his house; well... that is, until he notices that he is alone in a white room with this one other guy sitting on a chair.

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Item #: SCP-095
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-095 is to be placed in a standard polyethylene sleeve when not under scheduled research and stored in a standard locked filing cabinet to prevent damage or wear. High-resolution digital scans are available for any Level 1 and above personnel who wish to view SCP-095.
Description: SCP-095 appears to be a set of three moderately aged black and white comic books printed in 1932. The front and rear covers are missing and several pages have been rendered illegible due to water damage. It was found by Agent ███████ in a small antique shop in Denver, Colorado, and purchased for a small fee without incident. The owner of the shop had apparently not read the item past the publisher's date on the first page.
Forensic inspections of SCP-095 have revealed it to be genuine, though completely unremarkable save for its content. It is printed on cheap pulp paper and inked with dyes common to other publications of its era. The publisher's stamp indicates it was produced by 'Future Funnies', a company operating out of the town of Purple Lake, Ohio. All research and inquiries thus far have shown both the company and the town to be completely nonexistent.
The comic itself is a pulp science fiction story entitled 'The Atomic Adventures of Ronnie Ray-Gun', featuring a lead character bearing an unmistakable resemblance to Former United States President Ronald Reagan. Each story opens with a large panel reading "In the Far-Fetched Future World of the 1980s, only Ronnie Ray-Gun can save the day." It appears to follow an episodic format with one self-contained story per publication. The three stories are briefly described below.

Ronnie vs. Space Admiral Carter

This story pits Planetary Governor Ronnie Ray-Gun and his sidekick Space Major Herbert against the titular Space Admiral Carter as they both vie for the position of Space Marshall. The events loosely follow the events of the 1980 Presidential Election.

Space Assassin!

This story follows a character named Spaceman Hinckley as he prepares to assassinate Space Marshall Ray-Gun. He manages to catch Ray-Gun by surprise and wound him with his "Devastator Ray" before being subdued by Ray-Gun's soldiers. The events obviously refer to the 1981 assassination attempt by John Hinckley, Jr.

Jungle Planet!

This story follows Ray-Gun's attempts to create an army of robots on the jungle-covered planet of Nica in order to protect it from the evil Sand Bandits. Although Ray-Gun is told that he will lose his command if he interferes with events on planet Nica, he sends his lieutenant, Space Colonel West, to secretly build a force under the cover of the jungle. When their plan is discovered, Space Colonel West publicly takes the blame and saves his superior. The storyline appears to be a simplified retelling of the Iran-Contra controversies of 1986.
Possibly most interesting is the final page of each book, which advertises other stories published by Future Funnies. Investigation is under way to locate any surviving copies at once. The advertised stories are listed below.

Space Major Herbert Assumes Command!

Starman Willy vs. The Space Succubus

Globe Walker in Sneak Attack!

Barry Betelgeuse on Planet Afgar

Diamond Donnie in Puttin' on the Ritz!

Sky Marm Sarah of The Ice World

Flying Franken vs. Rocket Rush

Star Command Proton in A Losing Battle!

The New Menace – Death to Mankind!

Personal Log of: Dr. █████████
Date: 10-06-2004
I don't think I need to emphasize how important it is to recover any and all of the advertised stories immediately, the final two in particular.

Mankind in its present state has been around for a quarter of a million years, yet only the last 4,000 have been of any significance.
So, what did we do for nearly 250,000 years? We huddled in caves and around small fires, fearful of the things that we didn't understand. It was more than explaining why the sun came up, it was the mystery of enormous birds with heads of men and rocks that came to life. So we called them 'gods' and 'demons', begged them to spare us, and prayed for salvation.
In time, their numbers dwindled and ours rose. The world began to make more sense when there were fewer things to fear, yet the unexplained can never truly go away, as if the universe demands the absurd and impossible.
Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. No one else will protect us, and we must stand up for ourselves.
While the rest of mankind dwells in the light, we must stand in the darkness to fight it, contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and normal world.

We secure. We contain. We protect.
— The Administrator

Item #: SCP-095
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-095 is to be placed in a standard polyethylene sleeve when not under scheduled research and stored in a standard locked filing cabinet to prevent damage or wear. High-resolution digital scans are available for any Level 1 and above personnel who wish to view SCP-095.
Description: SCP-095 appears to be a set of three moderately aged black and white comic books printed in 1932. The front and rear covers are missing and several pages have been rendered illegible due to water damage. It was found by Agent ███████ in a small antique shop in Denver, Colorado, and purchased for a small fee without incident. The owner of the shop had apparently not read the item past the publisher's date on the first page.
Forensic inspections of SCP-095 have revealed it to be genuine, though completely unremarkable save for its content. It is printed on cheap pulp paper and inked with dyes common to other publications of its era. The publisher's stamp indicates it was produced by 'Future Funnies', a company operating out of the town of Purple Lake, Ohio. All research and inquiries thus far have shown both the company and the town to be completely nonexistent.
The comic itself is a pulp science fiction story entitled 'The Atomic Adventures of Ronnie Ray-Gun', featuring a lead character bearing an unmistakable resemblance to Former United States President Ronald Reagan. Each story opens with a large panel reading "In the Far-Fetched Future World of the 1980s, only Ronnie Ray-Gun can save the day." It appears to follow an episodic format with one self-contained story per publication. The three stories are briefly described below.
Ronnie vs. Space Admiral Carter
This story pits Planetary Governor Ronnie Ray-Gun and his sidekick Space Major Herbert against the titular Space Admiral Carter as they both vie for the position of Space Marshall. The events loosely follow the events of the 1980 Presidential Election.
Space Assassin!
This story follows a character named Spaceman Hinckley as he prepares to assassinate Space Marshall Ray-Gun. He manages to catch Ray-Gun by surprise and wound him with his "Devastator Ray" before being subdued by Ray-Gun's soldiers. The events obviously refer to the 1981 assassination attempt by John Hinckley, Jr.
Jungle Planet!
This story follows Ray-Gun's attempts to create an army of robots on the jungle-covered planet of Nica in order to protect it from the evil Sand Bandits. Although Ray-Gun is told that he will lose his command if he interferes with events on planet Nica, he sends his lieutenant, Space Colonel West, to secretly build a force under the cover of the jungle. When their plan is discovered, Space Colonel West publicly takes the blame and saves his superior. The storyline appears to be a simplified retelling of the Iran-Contra controversies of 1986.
Possibly most interesting is the final page of each book, which advertises other stories published by Future Funnies. Investigation is under way to locate any surviving copies at once. The advertised stories are listed below.
Space Major Herbert Assumes Command!
Starman Willy vs. The Space Succubus
Globe Walker in Sneak Attack!
Barry Betelgeuse on Planet Afgar
Diamond Donnie in Puttin' on the Ritz!
Sky Marm Sarah of The Ice World
Flying Franken vs. Rocket Rush
Star Command Proton in A Losing Battle!
The New Menace – Death to Mankind!
Personal Log of: Dr. █████████
Date: 10-06-2004
I don't think I need to emphasize how important it is to recover any and all of the advertised stories immediately, the final two in particular.

This is our list of logs that the SCP foundation has been keep secret, and they are now free to the public. But beware of what you are going to read about because it will cause you to lose all hope and satisfaction you had. After all, the SCP's main role is to contain, protect, secure and if anyone tries to stop them they will feel the wrath if the foundation and your life will be terminated.

So you have been warned.

P.S: THIS IS NOT OWN BY ME BUT THE SCP WEBSITE AND ALL CREDIT SHOULD GO TO THE FOUNDATION AND THE AUTHOR. ALSO, I WILL BE STARTING A SCP STORY ABOUT A SCP THAT I HAD CREATED, BUT FIRST I NEED TO SPREAD THE SCP UNIVERSE IN THIS WEBSITE AND APP SO PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT THE SCP FOUNDATION AND IT GREAT AUTHOR AND FOLLOWER. PLEASE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND VISIT THE WEBSITE. LINK IS BELOW 
{ http://www.scpwiki.com/scp-series }

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Mis labios estaban en su delicado y cálido cuello. Estaba succionando hasta la última gota de sangre de ese pobre chico... Me debatía entre seguir y matarlo en ese instante... O dejarlo morir por si solo en esa noche fría... Era hermoso... Tendría como 20 años... Pero se había cruzado con la chica equivocada. También tenía la opción de convertirlo pero... Para que crear otra abominación como yo¿?... O parar ya, mirarle a los ojos y hacerle olvidar... Pero que tenía de divertido eso... Un ruido me percató de que teníamos espectadores...
-Mirad chicos que bien se lo están pasando esos dos... Buscaros un hotel-chilló uno de los hombres barbudos de lejos, alcé la vista con sangre en la boca y el chico colgando de mis brazos... No lo pensé más le cogí el cuello y acabé con su agonía haciéndolo girar y partiéndolo ante la atenta mirada de los barbudos que con miedo en el rostro salieron corriendo... cagados...
Solté a esa alma en el suelo, me limpié la boca con un pañuelo húmedo y fui hacia mi moto.
Me encantaba cada vez que cambiaba de ciudad dejar una víctima a mi paso... Digamos que era como un ritual. 
Me subí en mi Harley Davidson y dejé atrás Tennessee, la noche era fría, estábamos en las últimas noches de Octubre, pero claro... Eso no me afectaba, había escogido como siguiente destino, Ohio, aún me quedaban unas cuantas horas de camino, tenía tiempo de pensar que papel quería desempeñar ese año. 
Os explico, después de morir mis padres en un accidente de coche hacía 5 años, había estado recorriendo el país haciendo el último año de instituto, me encantaba tener diferentes personalidades que siempre acababan en la misma... Chica popular que arrasa con todo y todos, sí era divertido manipular a todo el mundo, y obviamente sacaba muy buenas notas después de haber estudiado lo mismo siempre... 
Pero había sido, la popular, la nerd que en la última semana se volvía popular, animadora... En fin ya no sabía que quería ese año... La idea de estar con chichas y chicos en plena ebullición, alcohol, drogas,sexo, sangre fresca... Me hizo estremecer a la vez que deseaba ya llegar y eso que acababa de comer. 
Me describiré, soy pelirroja, con la tez muy blanca, ojos marrón oscuro, que des de que me convertí lo estaban más aún, de estatura normal y cara angelical.
Me encantaba llevar los labios rojos, y ir provocativa. Menos cuando hacía el papel de nerd claro. 
A las dos horas paré en una cafetería, estaba más o menos a mitad de camino de mi destino, tenía que planear a que familia iba a obligar a quererme y pagarme todos mis caprichos. Me senté al lado de un hombre gordo con barba que se comía un donut y un café. 
-Me invitas a desayunar ¿? - sonrió y sin mirarme dijo. 
-Vete niñata, no estoy para pagar desayunos a desconocidos. 
-A perdona que lo he preguntado, estaba afirmando. Señorita me puede poner un café solo sin azúcar y un donut de chocolate¿? - me miró por primera vez. 
-He dicho niñata que no voy a-al posar sus ojos sobre los míos... Ya estaba embaucado- sí, póngale todo lo que ella quiera. - le sonreí amablemente, hoy no iba a morir. 
Mientras comía notaba que alguien me estaba observando,... Por cierto sí podemos comer no es el fin del mundo... No podemos atracarnos porque nuestro sistema digestivo era diferente, y el cuerpo siempre reconocía los alimentos que nos hacían felices antes de morir... En mi caso el chocolate y el café eran mi droga más ansiada... 
Acabé, me levanté y tocándole el hombro al fornido hombre le sonreí mientras le daba las gracias. Salí de allí con la misma sensación de ser observada... Mientras me ponía el casco di una vista rápida y no observé nada fuera de lo normal. Así que no le di más importancia. Después de unas largas horas de camino ya era de día. Había llegado a Ohio, y me dirigía hacia el pueblo que había escogido, Port Clinton, pequeño, acogedor y con poca gente para no llamar mucho la atención. 
Aparqué mi moto y me senté en un banco de uno de sus muchos parques. Estaba observando a la multitud buscando alguna víctima que adoptase por un año a una adolescente preciosa y consentida... Cuando mis ojos coincidieron con un chico. Tenía el pelo oscuro y la tez muy blanca, los ojos muy azules se veían des de mi posición, era atractivo, demasiado quizás para ser humano... Lo miré con recelo pero apartó la vista de mi al ver llegar supongo a su chica. 
Una muchacha bajita, rubia y ojos color miel, vi como le agarraba de la cintura y le decía algo mientras el bajaba des de su altura a darle un beso. Se estaban yendo cuando el chico se giró para mirarme sin que ella se diese cuenta y puso una sonrisa perversa... 
Vaya cerdo pensé... No estaría mal acabar una noche con alguien así... 
Céntrate Mia, necesitamos un hogar, entonces un extraño hombre se acercó a mi, no me daba buena espina. 
-Hola señorita Evans, ya esperábamos su visita, nuestro merodeador nos aviso de que la avistó hace unas horas venir hacia nuestra posición. 

(+18)
La historia está basada en mi... Que quién soy yo ¿? Soy Mia Evans, muerta des de hacía ya 10 años, aunque aún daba guerra... Una joven vampiro que seguía sus propias reglas y no se dejaba apabullar por nada ni nadie... Hasta que acabé en el último sitio que me hubiese imaginado... No estáis cansadas de ver series y leer libros donde el chico malo siempre enamora a la chica indefensa y buena ¿? Pues olvidaos... Yo soy la chica mala y no necesito a ningún chico que me salve de nada...
También hay cierto mago cumpliendo condena lejos de su hogar... Después de la batalla con quien no debe ser nombrado, Draco es exiliado al Snt. Patrick para demostrar que es de los buenos.

Me sentía muy molesta, ese maldito me las va a pagar. Siempre tiene que ser tan hijo de puta, y para completar un maldito burlón. Esa cara de descarado y lo presumido que es, me pone por el techo. Debería decirle a Akira. Lo más que me molesta es que tenga razón en lo que dijo de Akira. Sé que ha cambiado mucho, y últimamente no sé ha estado protegiendo del todo. Me da miedo que le vayan hacer algo por mi culpa. Se supone que estemos más juntos en este momento. Quisiera ser diferente y protegerlo, así como él me a protegido a mí en tantas ocasiones. Soy una inútil, ha sido mi culpa por ser tan terca y descuidada. Debo dejar de seguir siendo esta estúpida con la que todos juegan y utilizan a su antojo. Estoy tan harta de que solo quieran lastimarnos. Quiero que podamos ser felices, y mientras continúen las cosas como van, no vamos a poder salir adelante. 

Fui a mi oficina para llamar a Akira.

Llamada teléfonica

—¿Cómo va todo?— le pregunté. 

—Este idiota no sabía nada. Alguien más está jugando con nosotros — se escuchaba un sonido muy fuerte. 

—¿Qué es lo que se escucha ahí?

—Una sierra. 

—No cambias, Akira. 

—¿Te sientes bien?— se escuchó la llamada como entrecortada, y se escuchó una voz de alguien más en el teléfono.

—¿Me escuchan?— dijo esa voz distorsionada. 

—¿Akira?— pregunté.

—Estás dando palos a ciegas, Akira, otra víctima más para tu larga lista. 

—¿Quién eres? Eres un maldito cobarde, por seguirte escondiendo por teléfono — dijo Akira.

—El juego apenas comienza. 

—¿No es más fácil resolver los malditos problemas en persona? — pregunté.

—No, sería muy aburrido. Si supieran todo lo que les tengo preparado, van a desear no haber nacido. 

—Eres un cobarde, y cuando te encuentre, serás tú quien deseara no haber nacido. 

—Un lindo pajarito me dijo que están en busca de algo valioso y por eso iban a viajar. Sé dónde pueden encontrar eso que andan buscando, pero todo en la vida tiene un precio — me puse muy nerviosa.

—Tu tienes a ...— Akira me interrumpió.

—No digas nada, lisa. Deja que hable. 

—Muy inteligente de tu parte como siempre, Akira. Hay sobre 23 hospitales en todo el estado de Ohio, y ellos están en uno de ellos. Las reglas son simples. Solo tienen 6 horas para viajar y encontrar el hospital indicado. Tendrán prohibido hacer llamadas telefónicas, ni jugar sucio. Deberán ir personalmente a cada uno de ellos, de lo contrario, tu querida familia aparecerá en primera plana en la lista de las víctimas, digo, si es que queda algo de ellos— una risa escalofriante se escuchó, y ya estaba al borde de la desesperación. 

No podía escuchar más y colgué la llamada. Corrí a la oficina de Kanji, y abrí la puerta de nuevo. Le apunté con el arma para obligarlo a llevarme al aeropuerto.

—¿Ahora qué mierda te pasa? — preguntó, no tenía ningún teléfono en mano; supongo que realmente no es él quien está detrás de todo esto. 

—Tu me vas acompañar, te quiero cerca.

—¿Es una confesión de amor?— preguntó en un tono sarcástico.

—No seas pendejo, no es el momento para bromas. Levántate, no tengo tiempo para perder. Tú tienes un Jet y quiero que me lleves a Ohio ahora — le ordené. Mis manos estaban temblando, lágrimas bajaban por mis mejillas. 

—Esta bien, pero baja esa arma o se te puede escapar un tiro. ¿No vas a traer a Akira?— Kanji se levantó y caminó hacia mí.

—Akira puede alcanzarnos. No hay tiempo que perder, vámonos. 

Salimos de ahí rápido al aeropuerto. Kanji llamó a Akira a su teléfono, cuando estábamos entrando al Jet, pero la llamada no salía al teléfono de él.

—Sale como si estuviera cortado. 

—Tuvo que haber sido ese desgraciado. 

—Le diré a mi secretaria que le avise a Akira, por si se presenta a la oficina. Nos vamos adelantar nosotros.

—Por favor, tenemos que encontrar a mis hijos y a mis padres. Te lo ruego, Kanji. 

—Relájate, lo haremos. 

—Sabía que estarían aquí — vi a Akira entrar al avión.

—Akira, ¿Cómo llegaste aquí?— le pregunté abrazándolo.

—Imaginé que le pedirías ayuda a este— respondió Akira, mirando seriamente a Kanji.

—No es el momento ahora. Tenemos que encontrar a nuestros hijos, Akira. 

—No tengo señal en mi teléfono. Tenemos que encontrar un mapa de todos los hospitales que hay en Ohio.

—¿Me pueden decir qué sucedió? Me hablan de varias cosas, pero nadie me explica — Akira le explicó a Kanji lo que sucedió, y ahí entendió la razón de nuestro desespero.

—Yo puedo encargarme de eso— Kanji sacó su teléfono, pero tampoco tenía señal—. Parece que sabía que acudirían a mi, tenía señal hace un momento y ahora no tengo ninguna. 

—Hasta cambió la hora de mi teléfono, tiene buenas habilidades el cabrón— dijo Akira, mirando su teléfono y su reloj.

—Puedes ir a una biblioteca e imprimir un mapa mientras que pregunto en la calle, así nos dividimos y ganamos algo de tiempo— sugerí.

—Es una buena idea, pero no voy a dejarte sola— comentó Akira.

—Nuestros hijos son primero, no me voy a morir por estar sola. 

—Estaremos incomunicados, si algo te pasa no podría saberlo. ¡No seas terca!

—Si vamos los dos a un mismo sitio, perderíamos mucho tiempo. 

—Yo voy a la biblioteca y trataré de imprimir un mapa, se quedarán cerca e iremos los tres a buscar hospital por hospital. Nos tomará algo de tiempo, pero es más seguro. Si hay una tercera persona ayudándolos, contaría como "jugar sucio". Es por eso que no puedo irme aparte— dijo Kanji.

—Cueste lo que cueste tenemos que encontrar a nuestra familia ya.

Lisa Xiao; una mujer ingenua, inocente y confiada, que no sabe en el peligro que estará envuelta, luego de que su padre la haya vendido a un mafioso sin escrúpulos, frio y sanguinario; solo para saldar sus deudas. 


La vida de lisa está a punto de cambiar y se enfrentará a varias pruebas, donde su única opción será aprender a la fuerza. La vida le enseñará que las apariencias engañan, y que no se puede confiar ni de su propia sombra. Las traiciones vendrán de dónde menos se las espere; al igual que su venganza contra los que le hicieron daño. 


¿Será que se dejará influenciar por ese demonio que tiene a su lado, o seguirá siendo la misma inocente y confiada de siempre?


¿Encontrará una salida a ese caos que estará enfrentando sin ensuciarse las manos, o terminará siendo otra criminal?

Emma is a very smart, yet shy little girl. Although she has the freedom most kids dream of, she chooses to mostly stay inside. After her household chores, she enjoys watching all types of shows and movies, but most of all, anime. The characters and storylines are different than regular cartoons. Growing older she continued to grow her love for anime and even began learning Japanese as well as Spanish and French. The other two languages were just because they caught her attention and she had plenty of time to learn them.
Seeing how responsible and mature their daughter is, despite being just a young child they began to give her an allowance twice a month, showing her how to manage a budget. On Emma's  10th birthday, they decided to give her a laptop. Emma was super excited! She now not only didn't have to go to the library so often to check out linguistic books, but she could also look into Cosplaying. Her friends have told her about people of all ages dressing up as their favorite anime or cartoon character and going to different events such as comic cons. Now she had the opportunity to check them out herself while in the comfort of her own home.
Constantly online, downloading, uploading, watching, learning, Emma soaked in every bit of information she could regarding cosplaying and comic con events. She even found out about comic cons that are open to the public in her own town. When she came across her town name in the list of places that hold comic cons, she was in a daze. Thinking back on it her friends did try to bring her to one a while ago, but of course, she refused just like every other time to hang out. Honestly, it is amazing how Nancy and Brittany were able to befriend her and keep their friendship going.
Thinking of her only friends and how they have talked about going to these cosplaying events, as well as seeing videos where people dress as the opposite sex, was slowly stirring something inside of her. Soon after those thoughts, she began spending countless hours searching the best places to purchase cosplaying items, how to do make-up, and even…..even came across a few videos in regards to how to use a chest bind. Her friends were surprised but super excited that their introverted friend finally agreed to hang out with them outside of school. Nancy and Brittany would often be at Emma's house, mostly on weekends, searching and planning what to wear to the comic con events and which events to go to.
Despite her parents constantly working away from home, they still took time out to call her frequently and visit every few months. As Emma grew older her parents still called frequently, but visited less, at least once a year, allowing her more free time for cosplay. Being used to taking care of the house and herself at a young age, she had plenty of time for her studies as well as her hobbies. 
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By the time Emma and her friends began high school, they had been to multiple comic con events. Due to budgeting her allowance money and practicing with her friends, Emma was not only able to purchase high-end costumes and wigs but was able to learn how to act. When she put on her characters' costumes, she would become that character, leaving the shy introvert she is in the shadows of her characters. Even being fluent in different languages helped her since she was able to change her voice or accent when she spoke to match her character. Brittnay and Nancy were amazed though at how different Emma became when she put on her outfits. Each and every character she played came to life.
She had gotten down the tricks of the trade and became the belle of the ball or should I say prince in shining armor as she mostly took on male characters and nailed her character each time. She didn't mind dressing as a female character, but most times female characters' costumes would come with so much extra that needed to be done or nothing at all since the costume would be showing off the whole body, minus the private areas, barely. Plus not only being easier to manage, but dressing as a male would lessen the chance of someone recognizing her, so she thought.

A short romance story.      :-)

***Note from the Author:
Updated "Fox" & added "Fox2" hope Fox2 is worth it for those left in suspense from Fox.  :-)

Cobalt, Ohio. | June 21, 2023.
Mayes' Residence | 05:27am

Tyler Mayes' piercing, golden eyes open up to the dawn that invades his irises. He lays on his bed, in the imposing, quiet bedroom, and rubs at the feverish sweat on his face. His thick curls tousle and splay out like a cloak on the pillow, stretching inches down to his shoulders.

His features tighten, still alert to the morning sunshine cascading through the windows that backlights the dunes of Cobalt, Ohio. 

He soon becomes overwhelmed by his judgments, and fragments of reminiscences from his ordeal. Retelling tales, the vivid happenstance of death and carnage. He studies his right fist. Observing his caramel skin, recalling the anguish, the prospect of fire and darkness lashing out at him. Claiming his flesh to scorch it. 

He murmurs in satisfaction as he discovers the muscled limb unscathed. Untouched by the esoteric element known to contort or eradicate. He clenches his chest with his right hand, growing uncomfortable as the sweat cools. Seeping into his clothes, then to his skin. Dampening the bed and a blanket draped around his waist. 

He peers around the room with placid eyes, passing the mounted snapshots of himself, young and old. He fixes on a picture. One where he is eleven and almost as tall as the petite, Asian woman standing beside him.

A bright smile highlights the elegant woman's cheekbones and small nose symmetrical to her pixie features. It reminds him of happier times when he didn't have to think about harboring celestial power. More pictures, trophies, and certificates embellish the chest of drawers. Abound with many of the achievements and merits in his academic life. 

"Tyler?" He hears a soft voice as footsteps settle in the hallway on the other side of the door. It swings open, revealing the woman in the picture. His mother, Juno Mayes. 

"Ma." Tyler greets, relief in his brown eyes when he sits up. "Was I screaming in my sleep again?" He asks when she walks in and sits at the edge of the bed.

"It was more like a mumble this time." She smiles, unable to provide any more words of comfort. 

He swings off of the bed to sit beside her, head down into both palms. "I think something is wrong with the sword." His voice is rough, incalculable. "With T'Ran." He looks up with worry in his eyes. 

"Building your own world takes time, Tyler." She advises, but he scoffs in response. "Even if it's just practice." 

"Practice? No, I haven't been able to go back. All I see when I try to use the sword is... shadows, darkness." Her glance changes into one of concern. "This dark thing. I-It surrounds it. Taking its time to close in. It is like the energy that makes the Egecht Cxaece so lethal to human beings." 

"Maybe it's just another trial." 

"Except it isn't. The sword, it's realm, everything. I can feel it calling, but I can't go back to it. It's been two weeks and I know the Egecht Cxaece were all banished to the nexus, but I'm on edge." He glances over at her, then at his open room door. 

After his return, it was clear he'd changed. Matured into something she kept him hidden from with lousy foot strings. She knew that one day he'd get forced into reckoning with himself and the powers he was born with. Pained by the reality that his father wasn't around to teach him. Nurture him in ways she couldn't. Juno didn't have abilities like him. She was a soldier. Someone who knew war, but not of the cosmic kind. Making peace with it, however, made for her undoing. 

"Your bond with Kolovane wasn't something I've ever witnessed before." Her eyes soften, but pain and terror hide in the darkness of her irises. 

Kolovane, the protector of kings, known for harnessing power unknown, was forged for a man of significant influence and power. Wielded for justice and honor in a realm, not unlike earth. Passed down to a third generation, in a world where everything had become unsettled. 

Juno reaches over to take Tyler's left hand, squeezing it between her palms. "The more power you harness, the more you become responsible for. Your father was powerful, beautiful inside and out." She smiles at him again. "Just like you are." She reassures him with a positivity that more or less confuses him. 

"Maybe I've lost control." He pulls his hand from her hold. 

"Maybe it's just nightmares." She counters. 

"Maybe I'm not part Titan." He scoffs, and she sits back. "We both know my dreams aren't always just dreams." He makes quick work of pulling his long hair into a bun.

"Exactly." She says, and he narrows his gaze, trying to decipher why she agrees with such a margin of patronization. "Which means sometimes it's not always prophecies and premonitions." She pats his left hand, giving him a warm smile in a gesture of her smugness. "Your father discovered his powers at a young age, and he lived a normal life. Had normal dreams." 

"He still ran away, ma." He retorts, but she reaches over to clench his shoulder. "Ever since my empathetic powers started going through magical puberty or something, everything around me is new and confusing. My friends at school are like strangers to me." 

"Your father had trouble coming to terms with whom and what he was. He disappeared trying to find that truth, but he isn't at fault here, and maybe you'll learn more about him soon, but for now, we wait." 

"The Egecht Cxaece aren't the only threat." He speaks with determination. "I can't sit and wait for those threats to take precedence." 

"You also can't become a vigilante. You're like him, but his life wasn't easy." She warns, even when she knew it would fall on deaf ears. 

"I can see him in my dreams, but it's always just me. An older me, with a fuller beard." 

She chuckles at his remark. "You look just like him, but he was a little older. Youthful, sometimes reckless, but he used his powers for good." 

"You give me that line every time I mention using mine." He glances over at her, but she remains unbothered by the notion he presents with the implication. 

"That's because I want to remind you—you aren't a freak. Accepting, loving what and who you are, doesn't mean putting yourself in danger. Your father loved and was proud of who he was, but you don't have to be like him." His gaze becomes hard, incensed with something unknown and cold.

"Maybe that's what got him killed." He says and Juno shakes her head. 

"The people after your father don't want him dead." She says, and he raises an eyebrow. 

"You told me that part too." He responds, but she gently slaps him on the back of the head. Tyler laughs, grateful that she was so emotional and present. "Ok, I get it. He was a good guy. I still need to understand where this came from." His hands come alight with prurient flames that dance and reflect in her eyes. 

Juno takes his hand at the base. The energy goes out, and he looks away with disappointment in his flat gaze. She smoothes his hair to the back, then rises. "Go back to sleep. Even people with powers need rest." She says, and he looks down at the bed. 

"I think I might just go for a run before school." He suggests. "The bed's kinda wet right now." He announces, then stands. 

"Ty-," she starts, but he stops her with his arms on her shoulder. 

"I promise not to use my powers to start a forest fire." He muses and she glances at him, wary and afraid, but he gives her a chaste kiss on the left cheek and retreats. 

Tyler spent most of his days burdened by the truth of his existence. As he grew older and discovered more things about himself, he felt pressured to not let his emotions control him. His powers were a gift that he accepted, but he still needed to understand where they came from. Why there were new ones each day, with endless possibilities. It was unlike the movies and comic books. Where any half or full alien character had specific powers. Not like a Dartech. He was all in one, constantly finding alternative ways to wield the immense power inside him. 

After leaving for a run, Juno watches Tyler from the kitchen window. Out in the backyard, outlined by a high fence, he stretches, preparing to go for his run. He tucks his headphones in and takes off down the trail that leads to the back road.

"Rumors said that the reason this comic con is complementary is that it was held for 'The Sword Saga,'" Chiba Shiori's tone was full of admiration. "I wish that my light novels would be as influential as this."
This was every novelist's dream, especially for the new ones. Their novels being adapted into manga and animations, all of these were like reaching the pinnacle of their lives. Although Chiba Shiori was interested in the other side of the world, writing light novels was one of her hobbies too.
If her novels were being adapted as manga or being animated as an anime, she would be stoked.
As she was speaking, Chiba Shiori suddenly was not able to walk anymore.
Or to be more specific… it was not that she was not able to walk, it was Kimura Kazuki who was dragged by Chiba Shiori that stopped walking. Kimura Kazuki recalled something right before walking around aimlessly while being dragged around by Chiba Shiori.
But since Kimura Kazuki stood still, with zero intention to move at all, by just relying on Chiba Shiori's strength, naturally, she would not be able to drag Kimura Kazuki around.
"What's wrong?" Chiba Shiori looked at the direction Kimura Kazuki was staring in. It was a huge exhibition stage, and above the exhibition stage was a banner. She read silently, "Peak Kendo Showdown..."
Before she was able to finish reading the whole text, she saw Kimura Kazuki walk directly toward the stage. Chiba Shiori quickly followed suit.
Once they were there, the two saw two youngsters in kendo uniforms battling each other. The sound produced from the impact of the bamboo swords hitting each other was pleasant to the ear.
"… I can't believe that I'd be able to watch a kendo showdown in a comic con." Chiba Shiori's face was full of surprise. Although she had not been to many comic cons, all in all, this was the first time there was a kendo competition held in a comic con. She had to admit that the event planners' ideas were excellent. The competition was eye-catching.
This point could be further proven by the size of the audience on the spot. There were at least two to three hundred people gathered below the exhibition stage… and due to a large number of people gathered, more people were attracted to the scene.
Kimura Kazuki observed the two competitors on stage. In precisely 10 seconds of observation, he was able to tell that one competitor had a firm foundation in kendo while the other competitor was a complete beginner, or could not even be qualified as a beginner.
This was because the pace of the whole battle was being controlled by Ono Nakamura… The name Ono Nakamura was what he heard from the two ladies in front of him gossiping excitedly.
"Shiori-chan... you're here too."
As Chiba Shiori and Kimura Kazuki were walking to the stage, Kucha, who was not far from them, was greeting while walking toward them at the same time. She briefly glanced at them and laughed, "I knew Koko will be coming here too."
"How can I be absent when there's a kendo competition!" Koko was a light novelist in his thirties. His novels were usually related to kendo, hence he came over here when he saw the competition.
Clearly, he was not the only one. Many that joined the exhibition from the [Light Novel Room] were attracted to the commotion.
As members from the [Light Novel Room] were gathering toward the stage, Kimura Kazuki glanced at Chiba Shiori, and coincidently, Chiba Shiori looked at him too. But before she could say anything, Kimura Kazuki passed her the Sun and Moon Sword in his hand.
"Help me take good care of this."
Kimura Kazuki had obtained some information from the man standing in front regarding the situation; if he wants to participate in the competition, he has to register. After registration, the participants would be given a set of kendo uniforms and a bamboo sword… In other words, the Sun and Moon Sword was not needed for the competition.
"Sure." Chiba Shiori smiled. Based on how Kimura Kazuki inquired about the competition that she saw, she knew he wanted to participate in the competition. But based on her impression of him, Kimura Kazuki was not the kind of person that likes to show off his skills in public, let alone battle with another competitor with his kendo skills in front of hundreds of people.
She took a glance and saw the banner at the exhibition stage, "Could it be…"
Chiba Shiori suddenly understood and took over the Sun and Moon Sword, holding it tightly. She had seen how magical the sword was, so naturally, she could not lose the sword. If Kimura Kazuki would personally ask her to keep the Sun and Moon Sword, it was a kind of trust he had for her.
Seeing Kimura Kazuki leaving and walking toward the stage, some were shocked. Many were able to make sense out of it, Kimura Kazuki wants to register for the competition?
The middle-aged Koko was even more in shock, he did not need to understand the situation. The moment he saw Ono Nakamura's face, he immediately recognized him.
Ono Nakamura, who placed eighth in the teenage category of the Asahi Kendo Competition!
Although it was the eighth place, the worth of the Asahi Kendo Competition in the eyes of insiders was the highest in the whole of Japan. It was just that not many knew about the Asahi Kendo Competition. That competition did not broadcast its competition live unless some people took an effort to get to know the whole thing, they would not even know the existence of this competition. Furthermore, to watch the Asahi Kendo Competition, that person had to be led by someone familiar with the competition. 
Since the Asahi Kendo Competition was a competition held by the eight major Japanese families to ensure that the techniques of kendo would not be stuck in a rut, usually, the competitors would be the members of the families. There were many Japanese Kendo schools since then until now, but the ones that managed to pass on from generations till today were the strong ones.
Ono Nakamura was a member of the Ono Family, the technique he practiced was the Ono's One Knife Stroke.
Hence he knew that this competition held on the exhibition stage was merely a show… he was at least qualified as an expert. He was able to tell that the competitor who fought with Ono Nakamura did not know anything about kendo, and most probably had practiced like a play beforehand.
As for Kimura Kazuki, he had never heard of him… Although it was true that there were masters among the folks, but by taking a look at Kimura Kazuki, it was evident that he was a high schooler. Although he did not have any expectations for Kimura Kazuki, he did not say anything about it.
The people from the [Light Novel Room] thought the same way too, most of them did not have high expectations for Kimura Kazuki. Usually, the outcome of Kendo competitions like these had been prearranged. Those who came to comic con would know that some of these activities had already arranged its outcome. The champion would typically be an expert in that field. If the champion knew nothing about kendo, then anyone could go up and win that 150,000 yen.
Kucha, who was standing next to Chiba Shiori, asked, "Shiori-chan, is he proficient in kendo?"
Chiba Shiori did not answer the question directly. Instead, she answered it with a smile while hugging the Sun and Moon Sword, "I believe in him." The male teenagers around them from the [Light Novel Room] heard what she said and felt a twinge of jealousy, secretly hoping that Kimura Kazuki would embarrass himself on the stage later.
"You want to register for the competition?" Muraoka Hiroshi glanced at Kimura Kazuki's youthful face, ridiculing him in his heart. He could not believe that some teenagers would actually want to participate in the competition. Truth be told, he did not expect anyone to come and register; the booth he set up for registration was just a decoration for the passers-by.
For those who were on stage, they were the ones he had invited beforehand. Because he knew that most people who came for comic con were usually otaku, they would much rather spend their time watching the match instead of actually participating in the competition.
Many otakus did not like having attention to themselves, because that would leave them feeling a strong sense of embarrassment. Physical fitness was not kept. Not to mention laziness, which made it almost impossible for many otakus to practice kendo. 
Hence, this competition was a fraud from the beginning. 
This was also the reason why Ono Nakamura strongly objected to this competition, it was not only a fraud, but it also required him to fight his competitors like a legitimate match. If Muraoka Hiroshi were not his brother-in-law, he would have left without a second thought.
"That's right, I want to register," Kimura Kazuki said with complete seriousness. He looked at the banner and asked, "150,000 yen, will they be awarded to be as soon as I win?"
"Of course, as long as you win, I'll give you the prize straight away on stage in front of all the audience." Although Muraoka Hiroshi was laughing internally, he looked dead serious on the outside. He then continued, "I'll ask the crew to bring you to the changing room for a change of clothes. You'll be the next competitor after this match."
"Alright."


Time travelling from the majestic era after the Recuperation of Reiki, he became Kimura Kazuki, a 16-year-old high school student in Japan, one year before the Reiki Recuperation.

Tentatively, he set out to hone himself to the bone, burning candles at both ends to stockpile resources in preparation for the imminent Recuperation of Reiki. His goal was to be many steps ahead of all humanity when the time comes.

However, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.

One year later, the Recuperation of Reiki... did not happen as expected.

James Crosby wasn't an athlete, a scholar or even a guy with any real achievements under his belt. He just really enjoyed comic books. After he graduated from high school he only worked to fuel his comic book buying habits. Every six months his moment to shine came at the big comic book convention that came to town. He was a wizard at finding bargains and predicting the next big comic books to collect. Many of the shop owners would seek him out for his opinions at the shows. Other collectors even started to take an interest in what he was buying in order to sniff potential winners. That's why it wasn't surprising when in a dark corner of the winter comic convention a completely unknown new comic startup with a single title desperately waved him over to have a look. 

James smirked at the comic. He picked it up and started to flip through the pages. In a haughty voice, he commented, "The cover isn't bold enough to draw attention, the splash page was boring and the action is bogged down by the simplicity of the villains. Your heroes are too weak to protect the people, it makes them seem less like heroes and more like regular people trying to fight crime."

The man running the booth frowned and then said, "But the idea was that it was a world that would evolve over time. The heroes would grow stronger as the villains adapted to them."

James shook his head and frowned, "I don't know man, I'm sorry but I think you started this out too slow. The art is pretty good, and the story seems decent enough, but it needs a bigger start to really draw enough attention to blow up. I might check in again once you build the world up. It's just not one I'd follow as it is." 

The man running the booth said, "Alright, I thank you for taking the time to look. I'll take your ideas and run with them, take that book on me as payment for helping me make a better story."

James smiled and said, "I will, maybe at the next con, you'll have the book that really shocks the con."

After hearing James slam the book, most of the big time collectors completely ignored the man's booth. He only managed to sell a couple of his books as a result. The man seemed to stare daggers into James all day any time he passed by. 

James managed to buy a few dozen books at a decent price and felt as if he had won the lottery as he looked through his new found treasures. He stood at a friend's comic book booth and started to talk up what he found. "Look, dude, I got a copy of X-men number two sixty-six out of a guy's twenty-five cent box in mint! Not only that, I found a second print copy of TMNT for two hundred and fifty that's at least high mint. The guy was just trying to cover his cost for attending the show and took half of what he was asking originally."

His friend Matt was a tall lanky man with sunken cheeks. He had a slight belly and wore a Wolverine t-shirt and khaki pants. He blinked his eyes and said in a shocked nasal toned voice, "Two-fifty! I'll give you five hundred right now if you'll let it go, I can put that up in my shop for eight at least!"

James looked at his friend for a few long seconds and then nodded and smiled, "Alright, Matt, you got it. But throw in a copy of Batman number six oh nine and you got a deal!" 

Matt raised an eyebrow and then asked, "You know something about that issue you aren't telling me, dude? It's not a high-value comic."

James just shrugged and said, "Just liked the cover."

Matt frowned and then traded books with James and grumbled, "Every time we do deal I feel like you are ripping me off, even though I am supposed to be the one ripping you off."

James laughed and then gave a wave as he took the money and his bag of treasures and made his way to the exit. He was leaving with the same amount of money he walked in with and a bag of comics that left a huge grin on his face. He felt like he was the king of the world as walked past a line of people dressed as their favorite superheroes. James shook his head at them. He always found the costumes to be wrong somehow like they were trying too hard to match the look of the comic instead of the idea behind the suits. His mind began to wander as he imagined how he would make a super costume if he was a hero. 

James got into his car, a peach-colored 1982 AMC Eagle station wagon that was too ugly for words. The floors of his car were littered with fast food trash and empty soda cans. He set his new comic book treasures on the passenger seat that almost never saw a body occupying it. James made the short trip from the convention center to his studio apartment in record time. He was too excited for words as he managed to grab two comics that would fill gaps in his collection basically for free thanks to his wheeling and dealing. Walking into his apartment all that could be seen were rows of stacked white comic book boxes. On another wall was an array of Batman comic books with a single hole in the middle which James walked over and thumb tacked the new book into the hole with a satisfied sigh. 

James laid down on his bed and picked up the new books he bought and then for some reason the book he had been given for free grabbed his attention. He decided to give the story a proper read now that he wasn't distracted. Aside from the things he brought up at the show he felt like the story was somehow more compelling than he thought at the time he skimmed it at the show. It was a story about people who woke up to find that they could level themselves up by doing things. The idea was that each time they completed an action they would notice a small number pop up in the corner of their vision. After a while, they would start to notice that their skills and abilities were growing fast. Eventually turning them into what could only be described as a superhero.

James snorted in disbelief and then shook his head. He thought about all of the superheroes he followed, most of them either had genius intellects or teachers who trained them to be superior warriors. They weren't just regular people. He thought of what it would be like for him to have that kind of ability. He shook his head and laughed, saying out loud, "If I had a system like that I wouldn't stick my fucking neck out to help people that's just bat shit crazy."

James couldn't get the idea out of his head, it was running through his mind like a virus. He just wanted to sleep but it was killing him that the comic he read was so flawed he didn't know exactly what the flaw was so he kept rethinking it over and over. It wasn't the skill itself, it was the motivation. Just having skill and ability wouldn't motivate a hero. He thought of Batman and how his parents were killed causing him to seek vengeance. Or how Spider-man had to see his Uncle killed to motivate him. The Punisher lost his family. The mutants from the X-Men were all trying to save their kind from extinction and build up a good impression from regular people. Superman lost his entire planet. The characters in this comic book he was given were just regular people who had no motivation to be more than who they were. 

James eventually drifted off to sleep. A voice in the blackness spoke softly, "Initiating transformation. Power system loaded. Experience system loaded. Character creation successful. Motivation system progress 1%. Starting wake-up mode in ten, nine, eight, seven. The voice grew softer and softer until James saw daylight once again. He shook his head and thought, "What an odd dream." He yawned and stretched out he swiftly turned his head as he thought he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. A small red number "+1" hung in the corner of his vision for a split second. He shook his head again only to see another "+1" drift off. He moved his arm wildly and another "+1" appeared. That was when he noticed something off about his apartment. The comic books on the wall had changed. The familiar names were gone and replaced with names that similar yet different.

He shouted out, "Alright real funny, I don't know which of you it is, but I want my real collection back and if I find even a single damaged book you are getting sued!" 

Once again a "+1" popped up in the corner of his eye.

James shook his head and frowned, he checked the time and knew it was time to get to work, he didn't have time to play around with the jokesters. He quickly showered and dressed in his uniform and then sped off to work. The little "+1" that kept popping up was very annoying to James, but he did his best to ignore it. When he got to work he felt something was off as the name of the restaurant on the sign was spelled oddly. He looked up and frowned, "Burger Kang? Is this part of the joke?" He looked across the street and noticed that the place across from them had a different sign as well. He blinked and rubbed his eyes and asked, "MacRonalds?" 

He walked inside starting to feel confused. He recognized all of his coworkers but the menu boards were all changed subtly so that at first glance it was normal but things were just slightly named differently. Instead of a whopper they now sold a whapper. He noticed a newspaper no longer said New York Times, instead, it had New City Times written at the top of the page, he grabbed one of his coworkers and asked, "Dude, is it just me or does this place look different today?"

His coworker laughed and said, "Yeah man, those graveyard shift bastards didn't mop, Ralphie threw a fit this morning. You got mop duty bro, wouldn't slack it off today. He's in that kind of mood." 

James grabbed the mop and started to do his job. He noticed that as he worked his level of skill with mopping rapidly improved to the point that the floors looked like they were being professionally cleaned. The manager came out of his office and stared in amazement as James mopped effortlessly but cleaned the floors back to a new like appearance. He grinned broadly and said, "Great work Jimmy. Thanks for busting ass on these floors. The rest of you bums should take your example from Jimmy."

Everyone stared daggers at James who could only smile and shrug. It went like that all day, anything he worked on would become incredibly easy to him if he did it long enough. All the time the "+1" would appear. By the time he was done with his shift, his coworkers were no longer speaking to him because he had raised the bar for every job in the restaurant to the point they felt like they could no longer meet expectations. Even Ralphie the manager started to feel insecure about his position. 

James went to start his car and of course, it wouldn't start. He popped the hood and climbed out hoping he could figure out what was wrong with it. When he opened the hood he was shocked to find the entire motor missing. It was as if it had been completely torn out. He spun around looking in all directions as his heart pounded, he suddenly felt very unsafe. He thought about his work today and decided to try running home, maybe he would get better at running if he did that. 

James ran as if someone was chasing him, and just like with his work today he slowly improved at running until it was effortless for him. He managed to run the four miles back to his house in half an hour. For a guy who hadn't done any running in years, he felt like he had accomplished an impossible feat. In fact, he knew for certain that was the furthest he had ever run and when he got home he felt the same way he did at the end of his workday. Slightly tired but still capable of doing more. He looked across the street at the twenty-four-hour gym and decided to find out if the thought scratching at the back of his head was real. 

After he went home and changed, he walked over to the gym and then up to the counter and asked the girl there, "Hi, I was wondering what it costs to get a membership here?" 

The girl smiled happily and said, "Well, why don't you try out the gym first and see if it's what you need. After you work out, we can talk about our membership plans." 

He smirked and nodded, "Thank you, I think I will." He walked inside and started doing a circuit through the gym. Just as he thought each machine became easier and easier the more he exercised on it. He looked in the mirror and noticed that his body was slowly but visibly changing. When he walked into the gym he was still the same skin and bones scrawny looking man that he had been since he graduated from high school years earlier. But just an hour in the gym and he already had started to appear like someone who had been working out for years. James stared in disbelief at the image in the mirror. He looked down at his arms and could see defined musculature. He looked at the machines and suddenly found himself obsessed with them. He would use each machine until he was at its maximum weight and then move to the next. By the time he completed a full circuit of the gym he looked like a bodybuilder. He was staring in awe at the image of himself in the mirror, his clothes were stretched to the point of nearly ripping. He noticed that the sun was starting to come up and realized he had spent the entire night at the gym.

When he walked up to the counter the same girl was yawning and stretching while saying to another girl, "I had a skinny guy come in last night I haven't seen him leave yet, I hope he didn't hurt himself."

He walked up in front of her and said, "Hi, I tried out the gym here, it was ok, but I think I need a gym with more weights. Thank you for the trial though." 

She looked at him like it was the first time she had seen him and asked, "I'm sorry, but did we already speak? I don't recall when you came in." 

He chuckled and said, "Skinny guy that you were worried would hurt himself." 

She stared in disbelief as he walked out. The girl next to her snorted derisively and said, "Girl you need to lower your standards. Not every guy can be as big as a powerlifter. That guy was totally ripped."

James walked to his apartment and sat down on his bed. He suddenly felt his adrenaline kick in as he searched for the comic book he picked up at the con. He found it and immediately opened it only to find that the pages were all blank. The picture on the cover changed to a picture of himself lifting weights and growing stronger. The splash page changed to a picture of him mopping at Burger Kang. The next page showed him running after finding that his car had been sabotaged. Then it was him lifting weights in the gym rapidly building his body by doing each exercise. He stammered and said, "Fuck this, I am not a hero, I have no motivation to be a hero!"

He tossed the comic off his bed and collapsed back on it with a sigh. Maybe he could call in sick, he only had four hours until it was time to work again and he still hadn't slept. He closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.

The story of a Comic Book Collector who is brought to a world where he finds out that he is one of the special people who can earn experience and level up to become a superhero.

I'm driving down park lawn avenue like any other day , listening to Centuries by fall out boys , its my jam . let's me feel like my life has meaning , so just in my car singing out loud the lyrics to the song , when my phone got a text I just couldn't move . right in front my eyes was an announcement being advertised by the author of Naruto ,Shit ! 

At New York Comic con we will be giving away the only copy of the hidden cloud gaiden .to win just be in the first 10 in line and you have chance to get this book .

I stated hyperventilating , oh god thank you , please let me get that book ,if I do god I might go to church this Sunday . if you don't know about this book let me tell you , its a book written by the author of Naruto it depicts the life of several known and unknown characters in the village hidden in the cloud . the novel was suppose to get an adaptation but because the books main characters are black no anime adaptation was made . if you watch Naruto you would know the village hidden in the leaf is the strongest but I disagree .In my honest Opinion the Cloud village is better but little is known about the hidden cloud but this book will reveal it all .So I have to get it ,comic con begins in 6 hrs , so I check my watch ,after making up my mind I made the most logical choice not head to work and drive to comic con to get my baby . 

After 3 hrs of driving, I'm there with no time to loose , I ran to the Naruto booth. By some miracle I'm there before 10 slots are given away , got my tag number from the Asian looking security guy ,wow I'm 9th ! I almost missed out a place ,I just stood to the side and waited . this skinny guy runs up next he got the 10th position from what I could see. so many came after slim Jim to get numbers but they where all depressed when they weren't in the top 10 . well its there lost .

So I'm there waiting for another hour or so when the booth finally opens ups , after some other stuff regarding the Manga . All 10 of us are been called up on the stage , where each to pick from a box ,each box has a gaiden in it , so I got selected first . I went up choose from the box , ah well just say boi here lucky , I got it , is all that went threw my mind everything else was mute .then it happen. I looked around to see the slim guy i saw before pissed as hell before I could even celebrate , I saw this white boy  pulling out a gun from his waist , shit just got real .

He pointed the gun my way ,saying crap about "that's mind you thief hand it over ,"

 He was crazy , I swear that's why I don't have  friends or go out in public too much stuff always be happening . I was drag back to severity of the matter when I heard a gun shoot was fired in my direction .

 I may love this book but not as much I love my life , I was ready to trough the book to him when crazy boi pulled the trigger again , it hurt so bad.

I was shoot in my stomach the book fell to the ground from my hand and I fell down on it .I heard foot steps heading my way , I looked up with what little strength I had a asked for help . but with my vision  getting blurry I could barely see anything, from what could hear police came and arrested slim Jim . classic privileged , so he goes to jail and I die on the floor just for winning a contest ,

Time of death 4:30 pm . death is silent . I could see all that was happening all around me but couldn't interact with anyone , the day at my funeral I looked peaceful in my casket ,  everyone was coming up with condolences , but what surprise the hell out of me is that the author of Naruto came , he walk to my casket and place some thing on my corpse , the shit I was killed over was placed on body . I finally feel at peace. my soul is moving on ah time for me to leave this world .

This a fan fiction novel it is about a ordinary guy from Brooklyn NY . So he ends up dead and transfered into the Naruto universe , he is born into the Hidden cloud , read a find out how his story affects and evolves the Naruto mythology .

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